The selection of prose suitable for primary school students to read aloud is as follows:
1. "Walking in the Sunshine" My ideal is very high and far away, and it may also be a dream. Once upon a time, I was marching toward my ideal in a low and gentle manner. That speed is the speed of dreaming. Until one day, the sun appeared above my head.
Bathing my heart, I began to heat up. My blood is boiling, the sunshine I long for! The sunshine I admire, I want to gallop and fight in the sunshine. Walk in the sunshine, keep fighting!
2. "I Love You, China" The lark flies across the blue sky. I love you, China, I love you, China. I love your vigorous seedlings in spring, and I love your golden fruits in autumn. I love your green pine temperament, and I love your red plum character. I love the sweet cane from your hometown, as if milk nourishes my heart. I love you China, and I want to dedicate the most beautiful songs to you.
My mother, my motherland, I love you China. I love you where the blue waves are rolling in the South China Sea, and I love you where the white snow is fluttering in the North. I love your endless forests, I love your majestic mountains. I love your gurgling little river, which flows through my dream with clear waves. I love you China, and I want to dedicate my beautiful youth to you, my mother and my motherland!
3. "Early Winter" In the morning, there was a vast white fog. The towers and hills in the distance are invisible. The nearby fields and woods seemed to be separated by a layer of veil, making them blurry and unclear. The sun is like a red ball, rising slowly and giving off a faint light, not dazzling at all. The crops in the fields have been harvested, and people are busy harvesting cabbages in the gardens.
The fog slowly dispersed, and the sun shined. The towers and hills in the distance are all visible. The nearby fields and woods can also be seen clearly. There are many big persimmons hanging on the persimmon tree, like red lanterns one by one. A thick layer of yellow leaves fell in the woods. Only pine and cypress trees are not afraid of the cold and are still so green. Sun, are you a painter?
Sun, are you a painter? You painted the beach golden, like a coast paved with gold; you painted the sea blue, like a crystal clear blue crystal; you painted the clouds in the sky so white, Like a gently fluttering gauze...
Look, the two children on the beach were originally so white, but you painted them like two dark rocks. What a strong "rock".
Sun, are you a painter?